A castle with a moat around
Acres surrounded by vines
Silently waiting to be found
In celebration- my Love and I
The walls of stone so strong
Each stone placed with such care
The builders labored long
On this castle strong and fair
We walked into a world Olde
Transported through time and space
Into the charm we did unfold
It seemed to his parents’ birthplace
A place of architectural rhyme
All of it seems to mirror
This sweet marriage of mine
As the water round so clear
The entrance to my heart
Guarded to all others but him
Friends and family then welcomed
Let the marriage ceremony now begin
Solemnly to the Chapel we begin our steady pace
Thoughtfully quietly, our hearts begin to race
There the vows to be taken, all yet of Olde
Generation to generation
The story of love again is told
This covenant between bride and groom
The promise bound by love
Friends and family fill the room
God and His angels look down from above
And now begins the feasting
To the great hall we make our way
The painting figures entreating
A blessing to us this joyous day
Up the stairs we wander
Year after Year passes by
We reach the turret yonder
“Look at the view!” - we cry
The vineyard not long planted
They’re going fast and strong
Surely God has granted
Fruitfulness
Our hearts song
We wander through the deep
Where the treasure is stored
In our hearts we keep
Dreams for our children to soar
Patiently, expectantly we wait
The vintage to fully mature
We tasted and we ate
A hint of what we are in for
The stairs to the highest turret
Were closed to us today
Just like the mysterious future
What will be, we cannot say
But we imagine from what we’ve seen
The view will be the best
Like our marriage, our children, our family
Will be nothing less than
Completely Blessed
Poem written May 19, 2008 After a beautifully romantic holiday with my love. Castle Virtual Tour
Published September 30, 2020 while mourning the loss of love and joy As the Glass Fire partially consumes Castello di Amoro's wine.
Our momento from our romantic holiday was this beautiful wine trunk. Angelo often filled it with his own vintage to generously and joyfully share with friends when celebrating life. Recently, I found three bottles we had purchased that day, hiding in his cellar. My heart aches to share them with him, realizing any day could be a special occasion. Praying even still, with so much heartbreak and loss, we'll toast to love and joy somehow, someday.